One of my thoughts about my current state (when I have time to think) is that I’ve flipped my state of existence since I started this new job.

I used to be “a mile wide and an inch deep,” and that only got worse when I was unemployed. That’s one of the reasons that I had to impose some discipline on my routine and make sure that certain things got done every day come hell or high water. Otherwise I would have been off like a butterfly, from one interesting thing to another. Good things I might add, creative things for the most part, stimulating things. It’s not like I was watching soap operas or old TV reruns for hours and hours at a time with a six-pack and a half-gallon of cookie dough ice cream. Nonetheless, there needed to be a certain amount of focus and I had to impose it.

Now on the other hand, between all of the time and brain power I’m putting into the new job (which is going extremely well, thank you for asking!) and the T&BP that I have to keep putting in (at least a minimal amount, I don’t have that much left) into the CAF responsibilities, plus the time that The Long-Suffering Wife gets (which in no way says it’s a bad thing in any way, quite the opposite, but I’m doing some accounting here) – well, I now feel like I’m as deep as the Marianas Trench but about as wide as a straw.

It’s quite a change.

Moderation in all things, so I’m hoping that as I get more settled in at work, and as we get past the multiple year-end audits at both the office and the CAF (it’s an occupational hazard to being a financial and accounting dude in real life), the balance will come back to the center.

Then there’s another thing. When I was going out to the hangar at 35 to 45 minutes each way, or back when I was working the old job with a similar commute to Encino, there was lots of time to just think each day. You don’t really have to use your higher cognitive functions to drive in 5 mph traffic. Now that I’m literally ten minutes from work, I’ve lost most of that time. If there’s such a thing as a downside to a ten-minute commute, that might be it.

Finally, as I’ve been writing this I’ve been having some serious, world class, weapons grade deja vu. I could swear that I’ve written pretty much this same thing in the last month, but for the life of me I can’t see where it was. So if this sounds really familiar – yes, I am losing it a bit. Thanks!